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suddenly broke out into the good old song, which, by
the way, she sang with especial sweetness :—

‘Tell me where do Fairies dwell,
Where they weave each mystic spell ;
Tell me where their homes can be,
Where they sport in phantasy ?’

As she sang, the little brown gentleman suddenly
re-appeared, laden with mallets and balls, which he
‘immediately threw down upon the ground, and plant-
ing himself immediately opposite the. lady, waited
until she had quite done singing. Then, as if the
passion for verse had suddenly seized upon him, he
put his left hand behind him under his coat-tails,
stretched out his right arm in the air, and began to
deliver himself, ina somewhat theatrical fashion, of the
following rhymes :—

‘You ask me where the Fairies dwell,
Of whom you sing in tuneful strain,
And, though ’twere harder task to tell,
Those lips should never ask in vain.
They dwell not ’mid the haunts of men,
Or in the busy walks of life,
Where feeble mortals plot and plan
All in the same unholy strife :
Beneath one banner all enrolled—
Mammon their God—their Heaven, Gold!

‘Ne’er to the crowded dance they steal,
Where whirl around a giddy train,
And in the mazy waltz may wheel
Alike the body and the brain :
Such scenes avoid with mournful eye
Our Fairies in their modesty.

‘The lofty church and deep-toned bell,
And fragrant incense widely spread ;
The organ’s all melodious swell,
And solemn chaunting o’er the dead: